I have the attention span of a kitten on meth. I come up with this great idea, then see something shiny, then come up with a great idea. oooooo look. pretty.
I was sure my URL for this page was insanityssanctuary dot wth ever. So I google insanityssancutary to see if I could find myself. Much to my dismay, I get multiple links to some pretty creepy stuff. Its mainly creepy because my name and the word "curse" are often used in the same sentence. Awesome. Just freakin awesome. I swear I had no idea about it when I decided on naming my url.
Speaking of curse, that is why I came looking for myself again after almost a year. I wanted to say fuck. A lot.
It's 11:38 at night and I can't call anyone. So this is as good a place as any to vent at the moment.
I fundamentally stand behind the American Liberty to say what you want. Call it what the hell ever. freedom of this, or freedom of that. As I fundamentally stand behind them, I have literally stood in front of those same rights. Not for any dedication to my country, or god, or glory. It was a fucking job. A job I was proud of, that in return brought pride from friends, family, strangers, and even people I despise. I admit, it was a bit of a great side effect.
I honestly don't think Freedom of expression, or freedom of speech have ever actually been threatened during my time in camouflage. But had it been, I would have been the first guy on the bus, carrying the biggest damn gun. Not because freedom was threatened. Not because I am some kind of patriotic patriot. I would have done it because I was being paid to. I can't buy cigarettes with little damn American Flags.
So, when someone doesn't like something I say/write/sing/sign/gesture or fart, it is with great pleasure that I bid you adieu. Block me hide me delete me add me to that "dont answer" contact in your phone that goes straight to voice mail. It's where I kept all of my military commanders.
I have to admit. Little ole' me wrote a little ole' blog entry on another little ole' travel blog page that stirred up some controversy for someone else mentioned in the blog. Said someone is a group of people I consider friends. I feel bad for causing my friends any problems. Any of them. Anywhere. Anytime. But its happened before. It will happen again. Unless I turn into a boring person that I dont want to be. Love me or hate me. Just stick to one or the other. If you're going to throw me under the bus, at least let me put a jacket on first.
I'm not going to change for you. I wont ask you to apologize for you being you. I love my friends for being who they are. You may post the dumbest fucking consistent flow of stupid drama on the internet. But I know, you are actually one of the sweetest girls I have ever known. You might praise Jesus on Facebook for every right and wrong turn you make in life. But I know you're a great mom. You may be a little weirdly in to Mickey Mouse. But you have always been there. Always. I accept people for who they have been as much for as who they are. Be yourself. I love you anyway.
I'm genuinely regretting getting my friends involved in what has turned out to be a pain in the ass. They saw it before I posted it and thought it was funny. But like me, they never thought anyone would actually take it seriously if they ever even saw it.
Now I'm under the bus without a jacket because they are using it to cover their asses.
This is just somewhere after the beginning. I have no idea where it is going to go. Maybe I'll lose a pal over it. Maybe he wasn't really pal to begin with.
oooo look, something shiny. I think I'll write a cooking blog based around raman noodles, and hamburger helper without the hamburger. I think I'll call it "Helper".
When I say Adieu, it sounds like Awldoo or owl doo. My redneck friends think I'm fancy when I use smart words from other countries.
The internet is a big place. Sometimes it's monorail stops at crazy town. You dont have to get off.
If you dont see the humor, put on your 3d glasses, and go watch the Avengers. It's an awesome movie.
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